I love the small intimacies of our relationship. Dinner was good, overall alright. A little tense at times, true, as a whole. But when I think back and break it down, it's the individual interactions that are making me glow right now. The cute messages written in black crayon on the placemat, the fact that you really didn't want to make me pay but couldn't refuse it either, your shy curiosity about how I would react to certain things.

I'm elated that you like the gift. I was afraid you wouldn't enjoy it... But I thought of you the instant I laid sight on it it. Boxes are always useful things anyways, if nothing else it already stores some of my love for you.

I can still smell you as I sit here typing. It's intoxicating, filling my mind with thoughts of how my lips felt against your neck and how wonderful it was to have myself pressed against your strong body as we said our goodbyes in the car. I love to hear your heart beating and run my fingers over you. I love to look into your eyes and hear you tell me you love me. I cannot doubt it whenit say it that way. I miss the absolute peace of holding you against me for hours while you sleep. Another stress and worry falling away with every rise and fall of your chest.

I have been dreaming of you every night recently. I have woken up reaching out to hug you closer, yearning to kiss your cheek. I have called out your name in passion as I dreamt of things I'd never dreamt before. I yearn for you, but I will respect your choice and wait for you... And when you do decide to partake in what we had again, it will be glorious, because our love will be stronger than ever.